Their first warning was an ice cold gale from the north, followed by a distant bellow that sounded like living, evil thunder.

Next was the ominous beating of her wings cleaving through the air, like the heartbeat of Fenrir himself.

And it was only minutes before she reached the island.

Kyalgur, the current Alpha of the island- a Titan Wing Night Fury, was waiting atop the dormant volcano that took up most of the island. He warned her that he was too powerful for her, and to leave them alone. Far reaching cries of fury and defiance echoed off the stones and cliffs, only to be diminished by mocking growls that made the stones crack and the ground vibrate. “Nolangur!” he called. Another Titan Wing Night Fury rose from the mountain to join him. She touched a comforting nose to his jaw. Kyalgur sighed. “She is young, yes, but immensely powerful. Too much for her kind at that age, not natural. It is this one. I know it.” He said.

Nolangur looked out to where the Red Death would first be seen. “I have sent Larnhiurm and Yermen with the strongest hatchlings to the furthest island they can reach to the West. With luck, they will not have to live the horror that is coming.”

He stared at the ground. “You should go as well. She will be here soon.”

She widened her eyes in surprise then glared at him. “I will not leave my nestmate just for safety. We made a pact, remember? Neither shall leave the other for any reason.”

Kyalgur laughed and glanced at her. “May our heartstones remain and bring guilt to the offender.”

She nodded. They waited a few more minutes in the cold wind, the beating of her wings growing louder by the second. Then her face split the fog.

I was shaken from my sleep by the Nightmare caretaker, Koragl. “Get up, hatchling,” he sneered, saying ‘hatchling’ like it was an insult.

I scrambled to my feet and stretched out my wings. He stood over me for a moment, regarding me coldly with his eyes. The glow from the Deep Queens magma nest reflected off his yellow plate-like scales, whilst the black markings on his wings seemed to suck out the warmth and light from around them. “For such a strong species, Night Fury, you really are quite pathetic” he spat.

A few of my nestmates were still asleep, but not for long. He swiped at Thendor, a grey Nadder, and stomped on the tail of Oumbae, a dark blue Gronckle. But for Gharoveen, a thin but surprisingly strong Nightmare, Koragl woke him gently. “Dear little Firehide, it is time.” he cooed.

Gharoveen yawned and slid off his stone ledge. Soft, bronze scales flashed light into my eyes, and his pale skin seemed to glow sickly. He walked past me. “Syemvaal, you’re alive. So it really was a dream.” he snickered.

I slid my tail under his foot, tripping him. Once he had recovered, he turned on my and pounced. I struck back by kicking his belly, and he snapped at my wing arm. I rolled over and pinned him on the ground then grabbed his neck. One of Koragls wings hit me in the side, knocking the wind out of me. I released Gharoveen, feeling pleased at the amount of blood coming off his wounds. “Syemvaal!” Koragl yelled.

I suddenly felt less proud. He flung me into the wall with his tail. “Save your energy for the test, fools! Fighting here with each other will not grant you a place in the Nest!”

Gharoveen made a face at me. Koragl saw it to. “You think it’s funny, hatchling? Just because you are of my own kind does not mean I will not bring out the required punishment for your behaviour!” he growled.

Gharoveen lowered his head. “Now get out of my sight. The other clutches are waiting.” Koragl ordered.

We all walked out of the nursery and into the main cavern. There, hundreds of other hatchlings were milling around, most in groups of the same kind, some mixed, others alone. Thendor bumped into me. “Pretty good fight back there. I think you’ll do well.” he said.

I glanced at him, noticing the twitching of his spines that he always gets when he’s nervous. “You don’t think that you’ll make it, do you?” I asked.

He flared up his head crest then flattened it quickly. “I, I’m not really sure.” he stammered.

I looked up at the night sky, just visible through the smoke. The other clutch caretakers circled above, silhouetted by the moon. Koragl joined them. I examined the area in front of me. A large scaly stump, probably one of the Deep Queens’ legs, rose from a deeper part of the complex, while half-awake hatchlings of all kinds kept coming from the tunnels that were scattered across the walls. Some looked excited, others scared, a few confident and most unsure. A powerful consciounce entered my mind, making me flinch along with all of the other hatchlings.

Hello, young children the Deep Queen said, vibrating my skull, and seemingly the walls. You all know why you are here. So then. Who shall be the first of you to participate in a hunt?

It had been hours since the tests had begun. First, she decided on our cunning and mental ability. We had to get a boar out of a hollow rock, a mimic of the human homes, whilst avoiding projectiles and the claws of other dragons. Getting the petty beast out was easy- getting us away was not.

Next was the strength of our flame. To pass we had to melt a hunk of solid gold, and I naturally aced it.

Last was our physical strength. We had to bring down any dragon older than ourselves and have them admit defeat. I chose to fight a Zippleback that was about 3 months older. It was easy enough, I just used their own strength against them. Lead them into a cloud of gas and light it myself. Boom. Enemy down.

All of the hatchlings who had passed all three tests were rallied at the outer wall of the volcano, and I was one of them. So was Gharoveen. Thendor had just scraped through. An old Stormcutter, Dohrongarr, was leading tonights hunt. Joining us- well, technically it was us joining them- was 200-odd different dragons and 20 extra dragons to keep an eye on us. Dohrongarr arrived and perched himself on the highest pillar. His ghostly white hide stood out against the dark stones, though the red edging on his wings made them seem to simply fade out of existence, blending in with the glow from the magma far below.

He inclined his head, then roared and flew off into the night, followed by a whirlwind of wings and fire. I launched into it, eager to go. Following the flow of it, we left the warmth of the mountain and entered the harsh cold of the outside. The wing of a Zippleback slapped onto my back, making me falter. I collided with another hatchling and we both went down, a tangle of limbs. They pushed me off, using me to get a boost upwards. I caught back up to the group, already tired. It was surprisingly silent out here. I looked down, and saw that some dragons were diving into the ocean and resurfacing with whales, sharks and large fish then turning around back to the nest.

I saw a glow from up ahead, alienated by the surrounding darkness. We passed over it, still silent, almost as if it didn’t matter. Even though I had never seen the Viking island myself, it was hard to mistake it for another thing. Fires restricted to sticks and tall poles lit up the entire place, making it all too easy to spot targets from up here. Houses concentrated around a cliffside adjourned with tall, patterned doors and catwalks covered one side of the island leading to the docks. Several warships drifted aimlessly in the surrounding sea while a few larger ones rocked back and forth in their berths.

An explosion caught my attention. Dohrongarr had fired the starting shot, and everyone burst into action. Several Gronckles dived and smashed holes into buildings, Nadders grabbed sheep and Vikings alike, either throwing them to another dragon or dumping them in the see or on an islet some distance off. A Thunderdrum whipped past me and caught an old yak in her jaws, the pathetic animal calling out in distress. I spotted a small group of chickens, and I dived.

A flying boulder knocked me off course and straight into a viking coming from the forest, probably hunting. He spent a few precious milliseconds gawking at me before he reached for a small throwing axe. I dodged it easily and fired at his head. Blood and bone sprayed everywhere, his body staggered one step, two, before his legs realised that there wasn’t a brain controlling them anymore. It fell with a muffled fump. I stared at the gushing stump of his neck. The edges of the skin were blackened, and every now and then a soft sizzle would go off as blood hit a white-hot piece of flesh. Shocked and intrigued, I almost didn’t hear Gharoveens panicked cry.

I erupted from the bracken, knocking her down and slicing her throat. I slapped my tail in the centre of a male Vikings back, breaking it instantly. Two more came running at me, one simply angry, the other gleeful. The first screamed a warcry and jumped onto my back, making us both tumble into Gharoveen who was tangled into a net. He fired a stream of goopy fire at him. The man screamed before shrivelling up into a blackened skeleton. I flung it off, then cut the net and allowed Gharoveen to take down the last one. A small snap to the neck and he was done for. We stopped for a moment and looked at the carnage, panting. “They didn’t tell us this in the job description!” joked Gharoveen.

I laughed and lay down, tired. He collapsed down next to me. I saw a boar running away through the trees. “Guessing that was your catch?” I asked.

He glowered at me and looked away. “A boar in one claw, three chickens in the other and a sheep in my jaws. I was heading back when they get me with…. Raahh!” he yelled, hitting the ground in frustration.

I put a wing over him, and he seemed to relax a little. “Why don’t we go get them back?” I offered.

Gharoveen stood up and jumped onto a pine tree without a word. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I muttered.

The flight back took longer than from the nest. There had been 36 casualties on our side, and who knows how many on theirs. Gharoveen had to hitch a ride on the back of a Thunderdrum since he was too weak to fly now, and a Nadder was stationed below me in case I faltered. The Nadders’ name was Kandar, and she was patterned like a bee, but instead of black she had darkish-blue. She rose up to my height. “I saw how you fought tonight” she said.

Small talk. I accepted it. “My first kills. Not as great as I thought it would be.”

“Taking the life of another thing is no laughing matter, little dragoness. I had to tear the limbs off my first one. They were still alive when I threw them into the ocean.” she said bleakly.

I noticed a long gash down her leg, blood still trickling from the gaps in between the scabs. “How did you get that?” I asked, inclining my head to it.

“Weight from a net. I admire how they fight, how they never back down. They truly have the stubbornness of dragons, and also the might of protection. It is a shame that the Deep Queen does not let us attempt negotiation.”

A flash came from the fog ahead. An old, powerful but unfamiliar conscience slammed into my head. Fight for me! It bellowed. Come to my aid!

Unlike the Deep Queen, it was deep and masculine. “A challenger!” yelled a Zippleback, its other head laughing hysterically. “We should go, we should go!” it yelled gleefully.

The other head snapped a good few centimetres off the other ones horn. The entire hunting party suddenly sped up, and soon the island was in sight.

A male Red Death was trying to beat the side of the mountain apart. He shot a stream of fire at the rock, melting it. The Queen burst out before he could break in, slamming full force into his chest. They staggered backwards into the water. This is my nest, my Hynarvns! I took this place and defeated the Night Alpha, The Wey’aan Bringer, and I was the foretold Crimson End. It was I who sent the Soul and the Light to be bound by Earth, as it was said in the prophecy. I was the one who completed it, I was the one it spoke of! screamed the Deep Queen.

The other Red Death roared in disbelief and bit down on her neck. Then you must have not heard this in your absence, ‘Deep Queen’ he mocked. A new prophecy has risen, and it depicts YOUR end!

She pushed further into him, chocking him. In the domain of the Skrill! He started to quote.

Up with the heart of the rain…

A wave of blood poured from the males mouth, and he fell over, drowning in a mix of his own blood and sea water. The Blood and the Night fight to kill…

He started to spasm and knocked over a large stone arch. The top of it collapsed on his soft underside, falling straight through.

With… feats of… fire… and… he spluttered quietly.

After a while he lay still, and the Deep Queen returned to the nest.

I followed the group back into the nest, pushing down curiosity. She had said something about the last Alpha, my uncle. The ‘Wey’aan Bringer’. Red Deaths had their own language, and the word sounded like ‘weryarmm’, which is the name of their afterlife. It also sounded like ‘Gour-aiyn’, their word for evil. But the actual word was unknown to me.

We zipped through the new hole, the base of it about 45 metres up the mountain. I dropped a nicely sized boar, then returned to our den.

Chapter 4

Morning had come, not that you could really tell in here. And I was the lucky dragoness tasked with clearing out the Terrors from and old cave on the east side. The little pests were ruthless, and even when they were gone, the stench left behind was unbelievable.

An old purple one tried to rip my wings up, but to no avail. “Get off, Scrangve!” I yelled, using the nickname they’d been given by our nest.

He screeched in defiance and bit my paw. Almost cutely. I flung him into the rock pools below, shattering his spine. A large wave swept the body away, and a few dozen others fled. The pack leader, Skivvnek as she had declared herself to be, crept around behind me and prepared a shot. She was far too noisy, and I danced out of the kill zone casually. A small plasma blast zipped over her head, and she lost her balance. I held the small dragon against a wall, bending a wing finger almost to breaking point. “You are not welcome here, especially if you don’t contribute. And I would know that, even at 4 years. How old are you? Doesn’t matter, just leave, or hidecoming back. Like that other fellow, who’s now feeding the SeaShockers. Do you want to come back?”

She shook her head, and I let go. Flapping her tiny wings wildly, the pack disappeared into the fog. Thendor came up beside me, wrinkling his nose. “I see it went well. How can you stand it here, really?” he asked.

I shrugged and opened the fins at the base of my tail and gingerly stroked a small scratch. Possible infection. Thendor sneezed then jumped onto a spire above, breathing in the clean air. I joined him, heating up my patch of stone. “Syemvaal, what is it like to be you?” he asked.

I stared at him, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

He looked sideways at me. “To be admired, and known. Me, I’m just another dragon in a pack. You, you’re… specialized. Half way to Alpha kind, almost a born Titan Wing. You know?”

I frowned and looked down at the water, suddenly very still. I saw my reflection- a plain, almost black hide and bright blue eyes. I had heard that other Night Furies had markings, every one unique. It was said that plain Night Furies were rarer, and special. I didn’t see how, or why. A new wave crashed through and discarded the reflection. “It’s lonely. There’s no one else to relate to, and others think that I should be left alone.” I replied.

Thendor squinted his eyes at me in a frown, then kicked a pebble into the sea. A Thunderdrum surfaced and whispered at me, or at least there version of whispering. “HEY, THERE’S SOME SHIPS COMING IN, WANT TO COME HELP?” he said.

I rubbed my ears then nodded. It was important that I learned defence as well as offence, and this was a good opportunity. I inclined my head to Thendor and leaped off the edge, diving until the last moment. I glided over with the young Tidal dragon until we were at the edge of the fog. I could clearly see the silhouette of the fleet of war ships. Easy targets in this area. I landed on the head of the Thunderdrum who was floating on the spot. “I’ll have first shot?” I asked.

He nodded and submerged. I took off, perching silently on the top of a mast, waiting for one to spot me. Didn’t take long, and they didn’t exactly try to use surprise. “NIGHT FURY!” yelled one, pointing.

I waved casually, then jumped over a flying axe. The deck exploded in a bright display of plasma, water bubbling up through the new hole. On the boat closest to my right, the young Thunderdrum leapt out and bit a good chunk of the back, while some Nightmares tipped another over and collected the Vikings from the water.

I leapt into the remaining boat and tackled the one steering it, forgetting to protect my back. Killing him easily, I turned around just in time to be pushed overboard by a Viking. He was more prone to the cold water than I, and slipped into unconsciousness immediately. I pushed him further down, straight into the oncoming jaws of my Thunderdrum friend. Exploding out of the water, I grabbed the last Viking and dropped her onto some rocks. A slightly crude method, but clean. The sharp stones shattered her spine in at least 4 places, and took off a leg.

On the way back, I was personally addressed by the Deep Queen. I see you have more than proven yourself this week she purred.

I landed on an outcropping from a pillar surrounding her main exit point. Even for one as young as you, you have taken down numerous enemies. As a challenge fit for you, you are to lead tonights hunt, but only with a company of 50. Best prepare, child…

I stood frozen in shock. Leading a hunt? Already? I’d only been in one, and that hadn’t been a shining success. She entered my mind again, seeming slightly suspicious. And the 50 will be of your choosing. Try not to be swayed by… personal errands

Personal errands? I looked at Thendor, sceptical. True, he wasn’t the best hunter, slightly underrated for a Nadder, but his hide would make him hard to spot. He suddenly looked directly at me, excited. So the Queen had told the others now. Great. More attention. I reclined to an empty cave for a few hours.

Hunt Leader. At 4 years, after one hunt. My thoughts wandered to the challenger battle, and what he had said. “The Blood and the Night fight to kill…”.

Then it dawned on me. The Blood, being her, and the Night possibly being me. She wanted to find out by seeing how well I do. I couldn’t be so direct this time. I had to use defence tactics. Look like I was putting in effort without actually doing severe damage. But how?

There's no better way to write fanfiction than listening to The Hobbit soundtrack.

Chapter 5

Gharoveen was rather rattled by my new title as temporary Hunt Leader, and seemed to hide his awe under snark comments and the usual annoying taunts. “Syemvaal, oh Syemvaal, if it isn’t our new star!" he said when I returned to my normal sleeping patch.

I gave him a death-stare, bringing up a weak shot to make my mouth glow. He wavered a little by the threat, but continued regardless. “I hope you remember to look out for rocks this time” he said in a sing-song voice.

I turned my back on him, heating a small pebble until it glowed. “And I hope you find the strength to free yourself from nets next time” I retorted.

He narrowed his eyes, a few flickers of fire dancing across his back. “Well, at least I was carrying something when it happened, Miss I-had-no-prey-for-contributing” he snarled.

I flicked the white-hot stone at him, landing it straight on his throat. He ignored it, being resilient to heat. But it still fired him up. Literally. Gharoveens whole body exploded into purple fire, making him panic, and the other clutchmates scattered away. I myself was quite shocked by it, but I didn’t have time to get away. He fell on top of me, snapping wildly at everything. A sharp wing claw caught my ear, almost tearing it in half. I held down his left wing, narrowly escaping his tail. Koragl chose that very moment to walk in, and took a few minutes to process what was happening. Gharoveen was burning purple, the other shortwings were all perched on a higher ledge to spectate and I was wresting to hold Gharoveen down.

He lit up himself, gracefully moving me off and holding down Gharoveen for me. They both went out. Then Koragl turned to me. “What, exactly, happened?” he asked.

I shrugged, completely stumped. “Well, he was being a Terror-“

“Excuse me?” interrupted Gharoveen.

“- and I threw a small rock at him that I had heated up, then he went magical”

I waited for the claws to come, a lecture, a punishment, anything. Maybe I wouldn’t lead the Hunt tonight. Maybe I would have to go myself. Koragl simply started laughing. Gharoveen frowned, looking at the others. I pricked up my ears in confusion, tucking my wings in closer to me for comfort. Then he left, leaving us frozen in confusion. “Okay, what just happened?” an orange Gronckle asked.

Then the group started sharing theories and jokes. “I think that it’s a Hunt sign. Showing that he can go!” yelled a Timberjack.

“No, it’s saying that they should shut up and keep away from each other, Ing’grid. It would be about time, they fight every day!” complained Oumbae.

“Hey, it’s his fault! If he wouldn’t pick on me, none of this would happen!” I called out.

They looked at Gharoveen, expectant. “What do you want with me, huh?”

Koragl came back in, followed by an ancient Nightmare- TitanWing. She was light blue with speckles of gold all over her wings, a green underside and hundreds of scars. A wingclaw was missing on her right wing, and one of her horns had been ripped off. She was blind as well, and seemed to be finding her way around with her Flame Jacket. I shifted where I sat, and she looked straight at me. Her milky, blank eyes seemed to bore into me, seeking all of my secrets, my life, fears and things I love, what I hate, what hurts. So you are the one who brought colour to Gharoveens fire? she asked.

“H-how are you my head? I thought only Alpha-kind could do that?” I asked.

She smiled. Since my contribution to the nest was so great in my Hunt life, the Deep Queen allowed me to see with my fire and talk with my thoughts. It makes me better, in my opinion.

Gharoveen suddenly pitched in. “Um, could you tell me how, and why I got all purple?”

I glared at him. “Us, I think you mean. Could you tell us?”

She shut off her fire and gestured to me. It is an effect only achievable through the combined effort of a Night Fury and Nightmare. The energy in the particles of your flame, Syemvaal, react with the properties of a Nightmares fire-oil. Fire at me, and behold.

I took a step back, and reluctantly prepared another shot. I’d need a reload soon, almost definitely after tonight. I fired, and she lit up purple like Gharoveen did. She shivered, grinning. It has been long since I have had a Fury Fire. I recommend you use this tonight. It will not affect the fire-stream though. That is from the inside. Remember this, you two.

She left, roaring and doing aerial tricks. “I think she likes the ‘Fury Fire’.” I said.

Gharoveen went to his ledge. “Okay, very nice trick, but you still have a Hunt pack to choose, Hunt Leader. Best get going.” he said.

Adrenalin suddenly hyped me up. “Yeah. Hunt Leader. By guys, have fun!” I called as I ran out of the cave.

Little did Syemvaal, the Queen or any of the nest members know, many flights away they were being watched.

Not by Viking or Dragon, not even a god, no, this was a far higher being.

It was a Mahgreu. Similar to a dragon, but more powerful in every way. In mind, in heart, in strength and in brutality. It has a sleek body, with grand wings each the width of an island, feline legs and a long, thin tail tipped with a bone knife. It does not need horns or spines to defend itself, for its simple presence is almost enough to consume an observers mind. Its eyes are pupiless, always solid blue. It is three times the size of a Bewilderbeast, and it has access to all of the abilities, memories and knowledge living thing around it.

In every right, this monster should not exist. It should collapse under its own weight, starve because of the sustenance its body should require to support all of its abilities or hidefrom parasites and diseases. Its wing membrane should tear itself apart from the weight and speed it is stretched at.

But it still lives. And this one is thriving in the far corners of Dragon Territory, waiting, develping its strength. And at this moment, it was singing a Dragonsong to the Nest, soft and barely audible in the wind.

Ney-oh-Greater be seeing from far,

Little-bitty dragons not knowing afar.

Oh now comes mie Greater,

And the dragons try to fight-eyr

But the Greater be greater than

sparks and their thorns.

Now mie Greater rests a weary head.

Atop the bones of those

Who tried to be Great!

And as those words reached the Nest, to the Deep Queen, she slowly, slowly becomes aware of the mighty force coming, coming oh coming so but when? And with a silent panic call she forces an early return of the Hunt. They needed to prepare. For Greater was coming.

History: I walked into the hatchery. There were so many eggs to choose from! Gobber had said a Gronkle, but they just didn't feel right. A Nadder was okay. But Zipplebacks loved to fight, and I couldn't handle that. I came around a corner and saw the Nightmare nest. On the edge of it was a shiny, blue egg. That was the one. I carefully picked it up and carried it over to the lava pool. I dropped it in and waited. It didn't take long for a pedestal to rise from the lava with the egg on it. The egg cracked, and then burst open. In the center of the shells was a tiny blue nad green dragon. It looked at me, and I knew I had chosen the right egg. "Your name will be Opal." I whispered.

History: "Well this is creepy." I said. My Nightmare, Opal, let out a soft roar and blasted out a bit of flame to light the tunnel up ahead. We were in the Whispering Death tunnels because Hiccup had wanted us to check them out for anything. We turned a corner and came to a lake. A real underground lake with a waterfall, and fish leaping from the murky water. We stopped to get a fish and were about to go back up when I saw a box with an Outcast crest on it. "What's this? What do you think, Opal?" I asked the blue and green dragon. "We could take one back to show Hiccup." I said to myself. I picked up a teal egg and hopped on Opals back. We flew out of the tunnels and showed Hiccup. "Hmm. Outcast crest, you say? I'll look into it. Hey, maybe you can keep the egg?" "Really?" I asked Hiccup. "Sure. it needs a home with a good dragon trainer." He said. "Oh wow!" I raced to the hatchery and put the egg in lava. I watched it crack and a dark teal head poked out. "What will your name be, little girl?" I asked. The baby looked up at me and bared its teeth. "Haha, you're an angry dragon aren't you? How about....Glacier?" I said. "Yes. your name will be Glacier."

History: "We'll get someone for you to be with, Glacier!" I said. One of the other Whispering Death eggs hadn't been taken by anyone when Hiccup put them in the store. I had taken the egg and was now hopping around the lava pool as I waited for the egg to hatch. Glacier seemed..Tolarant of my antics. "Oh! It's hatching!" I said. I looked at the egg as it broke open. A small green head snapped out and growled at me. "Woah, boy. Calm down. Must be a Whispering Death thing, huh?" I said to the dark green dragon glaring at me. "How about your name be.....Green? No. Way to simple. Evergreen!" I said. "Hello Evergreen."

History: I rushed to the traders shop. Storm Cutter eggs had just come in! I ran in. "Hey there! Do you have any Storm Cutter eggs left?" I asked. "Well there is one. No one wanted it so I was going to put it back where I found it." Trader Johhan said to me. "Oh no! I'll take the egg." I said. "Ok. I'm glad someone wanted it." He handed me a purple and red egg. I took it and ran outside. I rushed to the hatchery and put it in the lava. I watched as a tiny red and purple head covered in frills came out. "You are one lovely girl!" I said softly as the Storm Cutter ruffled its four wings. "Hmm. Sunset? No. You don't have those colors. What will be your name then? Ooo! Sasha?" I said. The baby almost seemed to nod its head. "Ok, Sasha. Welcome to the world!"

History: "I'll never get one, I guess." I said sadly to Sasha as I watched a Smoke Breath fly over me. I had always wanted one, but I was a few gems short. The Storm Cutter looked at me sympathetically. "There are so few ways to get gems." I said to myself. I turned away and walked toward my house. I opened the door, went up-staires, and got it bed. I soon fell asleep. The next day, Hiccup had a job for me. "I need you to get these things for me. I can pay you gems for it!" Hiccup said to me. I looked at the list. Gems! That was just what I needed! "Ok Hiccup!" I snached the list and ran off. I took the entire day to find the things needed, but I finally got them all. "Thanks. Here you go!" Hiccup handed me a pouch of gems. "Thank you so much!" I said. I ran off yet again. This time it was to the store. "Here are the gems." I handed the gems to trader Johhan. I flew to the hatchery and put the egg in lava. Smoke filled the room and I looked down at a pale purple baby. "Lilac!" I blurted out. It seem right. "Your name will be Lilac. You like that, right?"

History: "What do you think I'll get out of it?" I asked my dragons as they crowded around me. I had saved enough gems to get an egg box and I was about to open it. I slowly lifted the lid and looked inside. A crackling pale blue egg was inside. "A Thunderdrum!" I said. I lifted it up and carried it inside the hatchery. I put it in the Tidal Class hatching place. It was a pool of warm water. I looked on as the crackling surface of the egg broke open and a black and white head popped out and sent and gentle sonic blast playfully into my face. "Nice to see you too." I said, laughing. "How about we call you Orca?" I asked the baby. She sent another blast into my face. "Ha! Orca it it then!"

Personality: Fierce, but has a small soft side. Is very lonely, because her pack abandoned her.

Type: Speedstinger

History: "What? There is no way an entire pack of Speedstingers could be here without us knowing." I told Hiccup. "It's true, Lsara. I saw something around here that looked like a Speedstinger, so there must be a pack." He replied. "I need you to look for it." I stared at him. "And where should I go first?" I asked. "Try around caves, and places for them to get food. Near a fishing pool." He told me. "Ugh! Fine. But if I don't find anything then I get to tell you "I told you so."" And then I got on Sasha and flew toward the nearest cave I knew about. But the longer I looked around it, the more it felt wrong. "I can't think today. Of course Speedstingers would go to a place where no one could find them so easily." I scolded myself. Sasha nodded. "Okay. Lead the way to the place you want to go." I sighed as I got on the Storm Cutter. She shot in the air and headed towards the icy glaciers that were at the very far side of Icestorm Island. "And why didn't I think of this?" I asked Sasha as I looked around. There was an overhang, and a pool of fish. Perfect for a pack of dragons, no matter if they were flightless. Sasha curled up to sleep. And then I heard a growl. A white Speedstinger was standing on a ledge above me. I slowly started creeping towards it. I looked around for signs of a pack. A small pile of fish there, scrapes in the ice for nests here. But no sign of any other Speedstingers. "Uh..Hi there." I said. The Speedstinger roared, but didn't move. "W-why are you all alone here girl?" I asked, mostly to myself. When I said this, the Speedstinger made something that sounded almost like a whimper, and flattened her crest down, something that was a sign of peace. "Why don't you have a pack?" I kept talking in a soothing voice as I slowly inched closer and closer. And then I was right next to it. It made another soft growl, but didn't stop me as I reached out to touch it. I ran my hand along her back, and watched her. "Sila." I whispered. The Speedstingers head shot up, and she looked at me. "Could I name you Sila?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes and growled. I backed away, sensing it was time to go. I woke up Sasha and started to get on her. I heard something behind me, and saw the Speedstinger had walked right up to me. She seemed lonely, but not sure what do. "Y-you can come, Sila." I told her. And then I started walking back. She followed.

Personality: Typhoon likes to fight a lot, and is rather hot-headed. Tsunami is more polite, but is really still the same.

Type: Hideous Zippleback

History: "Wonder what we'll get this time. Another Thunderdrum?" I asked my dragons. I had yet another egg box on the table, and was ready to open it. "Okay..Ready!" I lifted the lid. A blue and gray egg was there. "A Zippleback!" I cried. I had never liked Zipplebacks. They were always fighting. "Well, I will love it anyway. Come on." I carried the egg to the hatchery and popped it in the lava. "I hope it will be nice." I said to myself. It cracked open. A blue, blue-gray, and sea green Zippleback was there. They were already tangled in one another. I sighed, but I already kind of liked them. "Okay. I have the feeling you might fight. So something fierce. And you have the colors of the ocean, or maybe sky, so that helps. What though?" I wondered out loud. "Well. You will be Typhoon." I said, pointing to the head that was snapping at the other. "And...You could be...Wave? Just no. Ooo! Storm?! Nah. Wait, didn't Hiccup tell me about those...Storms at sea once? They were big waves-Tsunami!" I shouted to the more quite looking head. Not quite by much, anyway. "I'm alread having fun with you guys." I said.

Sorry I've been so inactive lately, my house has very dodgey internet, and I haven't been able to work on this because of school.

I am also now labelling this as a draft. I am working on a 'remastered' version which will be the complete version(new chapters posted here will be more like drafts presented to you for 'marking'), have illistration, longer chapters, better plotline, become the first of a series(so some plot devices seen now will be postponed to a different book/novel), some characters will be removed, added or renamed(possibly main?), have better descriptions and also a monthly topic of what you would like to see in the fanfiction, maybe on the 2nd Sunday(2nd Saturday for those not on the Australia side of globe).

So, sorry it's been so slow, but I have been trying because I don't want to let you guys down, and all of the support on this has really helped me. This is the longest, most succesful fanfiction I have written, and I think it will become first of more.